Chapter 18

SANDRA




"Hurts, doesn't it?" I asked, sliding into the barstool next to Seth.




He removed his gaze from the dancefloor, throwing back another shot. This was his seventh one of the night if I wasn't mistaken. I could tell he was tied up in knots, watching Nathaniel's hands trail down Ayra's body.




*He never did that with me*, I thought.




My anger bubbled to the surface just thinking about her. She hadn't been here for long, and she already made Nathaniel do things he wasn't comfortable doing.




Like dancing. He preferred to be out of the public eye, but here he was, swaying slowly to the beat of the music. 




"Don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he said gruffly, flicking his hair out of his eyes. 




"You like Ayra," I pointed out, curling my lips up in disgust. 




What did they find attractive about her?




"Frankly, I don't get the appeal. You're a good-looking male, and I don't understand why you're after her."




"Why are you chasing Nathaniel's dick up about?" He shot back in anger.




I shrugged, studying my nails. I made a mental note to get them redone soon. "What can I say? He knows how to use said dick."




He grunted. "What do you want Sandra?"




That was the question I had been waiting for. "I have a plan."




He eyed me warily. "What is it?"




"Come with me and see."




He shook his head in disapproval. "On a second thought, I don't want to know."




I slid off the barstool, planting myself between his parted thighs. "Suit yourself. You could have her, but take a wild guess on whose dick she's going to be coming around tonight."




His eyes trailed to the dancefloor.




"That's right. Nathaniel's. It's all up to you."




I'd barely taken a step away from him when he grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. "Let me hear your plan."




***




AYRA




"Let's never do that again," Nathaniel said against my lips as he pressed my back against the front door.




"It was fun. I wouldn't have brought you along if it wasn't for the demons."




"I'm glad you did. I don't think the pack members would appreciate me punching them for touching you." He dragged his hand down my body, leaving little goosebumps in his wake. "Take off your shirt," he ordered, lowering himself before me.




I did as he instructed, watching as he draped one of my legs over his shoulder. He pushed my thong to the side, running his finger up my slick cleft.




"You're soaked," he rumbled low in his chest before plunging a finger into my embarrassingly wet sex. "Play with your tits for me," he ordered.




I'd forgone a bra while dressing up, leaving me bare-chested. I brought my hands to my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers.




I bit back a moan when he added two more fingers, thrusting ever so slowly in and out of me.




"I want you inside of me now. No more teasing."




"Are you sure about that?" He asked slipping his fingers out of me, replacing them with his tongue.




My hand came down on his head when his thumb made slow circles around my clit.




"Enough with the teasing," I cried out.




That seemed to get through to him because he rose to his full height with my arousal shining on his lips. He pressed his lips against mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.




"Sweetest fucking pussy."




I moaned against his lips, digging my nails into his back.




"Want me to fuck this tight cunt?" He whispered into my ear, sending shivers through my body.




"You have your terms,  don't you?" I asked. On a normal day, I'd have rolled my eyes at how ridiculous that sounded, but with the need pressing down on my core, I was desperate to get him inside of me.




His green eyes flashed in the dim light of the foyer. "Always." He turned me around, pressing my hands against the wall. "Keep your head turned forward, and make sure you don't turn around or take your hands off the wall. If you do, everything stops. Understood?"




He released my hands, working to take off his pants. I was tempted to turn around, a part of me wanting to know why he didn't want me to look at him whenever we had sex.




*Or maybe he didn't want to see my face.*




I didn't have time to linger on my thoughts before he pushed my thong to the side, sinking his cock into me in one thrust, my pussy clamping down on his hard length.




"Eyes closed," he ordered, one of his hands pinning mine to the wall above my head.




My eyes fell shut so fast that I began to question if I'd shut them myself. Once again, I was distracted from my thoughts when he hit a particularly deep spot. He'd never gone that deep before.




"Fuck," I cursed softly as my fang began to elongate.




*No. I couldn't mark him. I didn't know if he was my mate yet.*




I managed to get one of my hands free, bringing my forearm to my mouth. He hit that spot again, and I couldn't stop myself. I sank my fangs into my forearm, my blood filling my mouth.




Equally lost in the throes of pleasure, Nathaniel didn't seem to notice I'd free one of my hands. My eyes drifted open, and I caught our shadow on the wall as he moved in and out of me, the roughness of his thrusts leaving me breathless, but that wasn't what had me gasping.




Horns. I just saw horns on Nathaniel's head.




I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, the horns were gone. Maybe I was hallucinating. 




He brought his other hand between my legs, strumming my clit in tandem with his thrusts, his steely cock hitting that deep spot repeatedly. 




"Can you feel your pussy milking my cock? You want to come, don't you?"




I bobbed my head in affirmation. 




"Beg for it," he said, his voice coming out unusually harsh. His hand on my clit had turned cold, and so had the one holding my hand. It was like his entire demeanor had changed, but I didn't dare open my eyes.




If he found out I opened them for the second time, he'd make good on his promise and end all of this.




"Please make me come," I pleaded on a sigh as his cold fingers kept circling my clit.




"Good girl," the same cold voice said before he buried himself to the hilt inside me.




I choked on a moan, air temporarily escaping me as I rode the waves of pleasure. Before long, I heard his grunts next to my ear as he came.




It was a long minute later before he placed a kiss on the side of my neck. "Was I too rough?" He asked, his tone sounding concerned, a complete contrast from the one he'd used earlier.




I shook my head. "It was perfect."




"I can deal with that. Food?"




"Sleep," I replied, my tired limbs threatening to give up on me any time soon.




"Sleep, it is. I'm sorry if I was too rough. You don't have to pretend."




I wrapped my arms around his neck as he scooped me off my feet. "You were a bit rough, but I still loved it."




He frowned as he studied my face like he hadn't been expecting my answer. "You did?"




"Stop worrying and take me to bed."




***




"I think I could get used to this sort of wake-up call," I said, a sigh escaping my lips as his tongue attacked my clit.




"In that case." 




He buried his face in my pussy like he was having a feast, and he would die if he stopped. I was still sore from last night. 




When we'd gotten to his room, sleep was the last thing we did. We fucked three more times with breaks in between, and when he suggested a fourth time, I'd tapped out. We took a quick rinse under his shower, before grabbing some snacks from the kitchen.




The look on his face when I brought them up to his room had been comical. 




*'A bed is a sacred place meant for fucking and sleeping alone. Bringing food into it is breaking that sanctity,'* He had explained when I asked him what his look was for.




Eventually, he gave in and climbed into bed with me when I mentioned going to my bedroom to eat.




"Still sore from last night," he asked, crawling up my body until his cock rested between my slick folds. He was turned on, and the best part was knowing he'd pull away if I mentioned being sore.




"I can go one more round."




His eyes glinted a bright red as he pulled away from me, his hands trying to flip me on my stomach.




"Stop!" I hissed.




The smile died from his face, and in its stead was confusion.




"I thought you said you wanted to fuck."




"Yes, but not like a dog. We had sex four times last night, and it was this same position. I'm starting to wonder if you know other positions exist."




"What does it matter? Don't I make you come in the same position numerous times?" He asked, a mask falling over his face.




Right. He was back to emotionless Nathaniel, the one very good at hiding his thoughts and emotions.




"The point is I want to have sex with you in a position that makes me feel less like an animal."




"You *are* an animal. We both are. I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this."




"Sorry if I feel otherwise. I'm not making a big deal out of anything. I'm just stating my point."




He raised a stern brow at me. "Which is?"




All the desire I felt for a minute ago had completely vanished. "I want to make a connection with you when we have sex. You say this is more than just sex, but it feels more like it to me."




"So, what are you saying? You want to stare deep into my eyes while your cunt comes around my cock."




My cheeks tinted at his crassness. Now that I wasn't blinded by desire, the words made me feel a bit uncomfortable. 




"Essentially yes. It's not only that. I want to be able to touch you. You don't like me doing that when we have sex. I want to be able to do all of these things since it is more than *just sex*. We've done things your way for a while now, and unless we do it my way this time around, you're not touching my body."




I climbed off the bed, slamming the bathroom door shut as tears pricked at my eyes.




What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I getting emotional over this?




An insecure part of me was worried he didn't want to see my face, didn't think I was good enough for him.




*Stop it,* I chastised myself. I wasn't going to let Nathaniel define my worth just because he preferred to fuck me from behind.




The best thing to do would be to walk away from everything, but it was easier said than done. Like it or not, I had slowly begun to let him in.




Another thought slipped into my head as the hot water cascaded down my back. 




*Was I just another Sandra?*